"Follow me, charge!"

Overhead, thunder roared incessantly, and under his feet, flesh and blood were shattered.

Stepping on the land mixed with mud and blood and water, the giant bear carried Rhodes all the way, and the mercenaries along the way were all shocked by this terrifying posture, and retreated one after another, and those who had no time to avoid were directly knocked down by the giant bear and reduced to a puddle of blood and mud under the bear's paws......

Wielding the Thunder Battle Axe, Rhodes roared again to summon the power of thunder and lightning, and the thunder continued to roll in the sky, and along the way forward, the lightning fell straight down, forming a whole row of blue arcs, blowing up the dust that rushed to the sky, clearing a way for Rhodes to charge. The bear roared, and rushed even wilderly, like a silver light rushing into a sea of red, tearing through the dense crowd and reaching the front of the fiercest battle.

On the front line, Grand Duke Cohen is in a difficult situation, and there are more and more rebels around the Duke of Kislev's guard, and Lawrence can't squeeze in at all, so he can only barely survive on the periphery.

It wasn't until Rhodes arrived in the face of lightning that the crowd erupted in savior-like exclamations.

"Dense formation, alternate cover!"

There was no time to greet politely, Rhodes rode on the back of a giant bear and gave orders directly to the soldiers on the front line. This warrior did not belong to him, however, on the battlefield full of dangers, people have no choice, and having someone to lead them is the key to survival.

"Damn, what is he doing?

In the crowd, Cohen cursed loudly, however, no one heard his complaints, and more soldiers turned their eyes to the "giant" on the battlefield surrounded by lightning. He is indeed like a giant...... Between the lightning and thunder, the figure cast by the firelight was infinitely elongated, as if it were a god from ancient times. However, he was not a god after all, just a mortal.

"Brothers, unite, follow me, fight again!"

"For Kislev! for the North!"

Riding on the giant bear, Rhodes waved his tomahawk and raised his arms and shouted, his voice became hoarse and panting, but he fought again and again. Again and again, lightning turned into sharp arrows and slashed at the mercenary legions beside Rhodes.

The crowd shouted, and gradually, many elite veterans began to gather together under the leadership of their respective regiment commanders, forming a dense shield array.

"The warriors of the North will die on the battlefield one day, but it will not be today!"

"Roaring ......"

A roar came from the mouth of the Lord of Blackhammer Castle, human heads flew in front of Rod's eyes, and the Thunder Tomahawk spun and swept through the crowd, setting off a storm of blood, and then spun back into Rod's hands, star blood mixed with broken internal organs dripping from the tomahawk.

All around, the dust blackened by blood and water was flying, and the armor on Rhodes' body was already covered with blood, and he jumped off the giant bear and stood in the middle of the crowd, inspiring the warriors to fight bloodily. A mercenary captain threw a spear at him, which was split in two with an axe from Rhodes, and when he regained his senses, the Lord of Blackhammer had already swirled in his battle axe, cutting the mercenary captain's head in half!(Too bloody here to describe...... ）

The White Bear roared wildly and rushed out, knocking away the bloody mercenaries who were besieging General Cohen, and after biting through the throat of a bloody mercenary with his fangs, he dragged the soldier's arm and appeared in front of Cohen with a bloody face, and the Grand Duke was almost frightened by the sight in front of him.

He pointed his sword at the bloodied white bear, but Ursok ignored it, and just roared out of the crowd and tore at the next foe. 16 reading

Finally, the horn of retreat sounded from the depths of the forest, and the embarrassed mercenaries of the Bloody Hand began to retreat, leaving behind a tattered corpse.

"Rod!"

The blood-colored sunset was setting, and the forest paths echoed with the frenzied shouts of northern soldiers. Overnight, it was as if the leader of the entire legion was no longer the Grand Duke of Kislev, but the unknown minor lord of the North. Now, of course, it is no longer unknown, but well-known......

......

After the bloody battle, the forest trails were littered with stumps and severed arms, and scarlet blood flowed and converged into rivers.

Not daring to let the legion camp in place, Cohen ordered the soldiers to abandon the corpses and march all night, only to leave the forest early the next morning and camp in a clearing.

The clerk counted the loss of the whole battle, a third of the grain was burned, the wagons were also lost, and nearly 800 soldiers died in the forest. Aubrey, Lord of Ringkeep, and Giger, Lord of Castle Twilight, were wounded in the battle, while the rest of the lords are fine for the time being.

Eight hundred casualties, two lords were wounded, although the number of soldiers in the entire northern coalition army combined reached thousands, but this casualty figure is still very terrible for a regular army, almost reaching 20% of the total, you know, if it is a plain battlefield, the death rate of more than 10% is very likely to lead to the rout of the whole army. In some local battlefields, as long as the soldiers in the front row collapse, the rear ones do not have to fight...... The morale of an army of peasants is always a hard wound, unlike the Chaos Warriors or the Bretonnian Knights, who are brave and fearless, most of them are afraid of death......

Therefore, in an ambush battle, the entire northern coalition army lost 20% of its soldiers, which is already a very terrible number.

"How many enemies did he kill?"

However, Cohen, as the commander of the Legion, did not care about the casualty rate, he only cared about the Black Hammer Lord who had excelled in this battle. Outside the tent, the soldiers adored him fanatically, and if this continued, Cohen knew that his position was not secure.

"More than 200 people......"

The adjutant replied innocently. He looked at his general, feeling worried, and didn't know if his general would be mad in the next second.

But Cohen held back.

"Just over 200 people, which is still a tiny fraction of the total number of rebels. There's no way he's going to hack an entire legion to death by himself, can he?"

The Grand Duke read indignantly. Although the legion was rescued, however, after this battle, his reputation was completely overshadowed by the barbarian lord from the north. People praised his good name, but they did not forget to remember that in this battle, the Grand Duke, who was supposed to command a large army to counterattack, was actually rescued from the battlefield by his men......

"That's the number of people he hacked to death, not counting the number of people killed by the bear......"

The adjutant added in a low voice. When the ambush came, he was also on the battlefield and saw with his own eyes how Rod's bear killed the enemy...... Like a bloodthirsty maniac, one slap at a time, any armor, shield, in front of it is like papier-mâché, vulnerable......

The expression on Cohen's face twisted even more. He remembered the scene of the bear roaring at him last evening, with half of the enemy's arm in his mouth, as if mocking his incompetence......